Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

After hanging up the phone, I remembered to turn down the air conditioner by two degrees and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

I originally wanted to cool down, but as soon as I turned on the hot water, the bathroom became a steamer. I was sweating all over, and when I came out of the bathroom, my skin was red and soft from the hot steam.

When Duan Wu opened the door, he saw a fair and tender person standing in the living room. He was only wearing boxer shorts, with water droplets sliding down his body along the undulating parts.

Jizhun obviously didn't expect Duan Wu to come in so late. He was obviously frightened. He pulled a cushion from the sofa and held it in his arms, trying to block something.

When he came to his senses, he felt that he was being very pretentious. What was there for a grown man to block?

How embarrassed the young wife is when she is bullied.

But now that the cushion has been taken away, it becomes even weirder.

I remembered to do a quick brainstorm and felt so uncomfortable that my scalp was numb with embarrassment.

Duan Wu didn't say anything, but there was a murderous look in his eyes. He changed into a pair of slippers, went to the bathroom and got a towel before coming out.

The light in the living room was dim, and it just happened to illuminate those powdered parts of Jizhun's body, making them look very seductive, ambiguous, and yet full of details.

"The air conditioner is turned on so low, don't worry about getting sick." Duan Wu used a towel to wipe away the moisture accumulated in the crook of his neck, leaving faint marks of pressure on his snow-white skin.

Then focus on the smooth and charming butterfly bones.

I remember he was very thin, but he had meat where it should be. He looked ridiculous holding a cushion.

Duan Wu simply pulled away the troublesome cushion and threw it behind him. He put his right hand around her slender and soft waist and fell on the sofa together.

Jizhun was a man who had seen the world, and had seen more outrageous scenes every day, but he had never been as embarrassed as he was now.

His waist felt like it was on fire. The pants Duan Wu was wearing were made of slippery fabric and were pressed against his thighs. The buttons of his shirt were pressing against some unknown bone on his back. It didn't hurt, but it kept scratching him.

Duan Wu is 190 cm tall and two times taller than the original. The huge size difference makes the picture look a bit rough and scary.

"...I'll go back and put on some clothes..." Ji Zhun didn't dare to turn his head at all. He stretched his neck to escape from this embarrassing posture.

Duan Wu had just wiped his forearm with someone holding his waist when a disobedient drop of water fell from the tip of his hair, destroying the fruits of his labor.

The hot breath sprayed on the arm, not just a kiss, the tip of the tongue also swept away the troublesome drop of water.

Jizhun hunched his shoulders, almost burying himself in Duan Wu's body. The blush spread from his ears to his chest. He heard Duan Wu sighing in his ear.

"Pink, cute."

Jizhun followed his line of sight and immediately pushed the outspoken man away, hiding in the house as if escaping. "I'll put on my clothes first--"

He closed the bedroom door and gasped for breath.

He had never had such an intimate contact before. Those scenes that had only happened in his dreams came too suddenly. He took a long time to put on a loose T-shirt.

After he calmed down, he opened the door and his eyes met with his boyfriend who was holding a tablet with a calm expression.

Remember that he locked the screen at “…”, right?

Duan Wu raised his lips in an obvious arc and waved at Ji Zhun. A devilish voice sounded in his ears, "Did you draw this?"

Jizhun was like some strange creature from a comic book. He flashed to Duan Wu's side in one step, grabbed the tablet and tried to pull it, but it didn't move. He could only block it with his arms and knelt down in front of the sofa, not daring to let go.

"No! This is an internet picture!"

I had just taken a shower and my body smelled of fresh lemon mint, just like a fair, clean, refreshing and beautiful young man.

However, electronic devices contain countless blushing and heart-pounding evidence.

Duan Wu narrowed his eyes, snatched the tablet back from Ji Zhun, and asked the struggling male character with his hands tied to his chest:

"Why do you save this web picture?"

Jizhun was stunned for a second, and the blush that had just faded away appeared even more intensely than before. He tried to stay calm, but his breathing became uncontrollable and became more rapid.

Duan Wu's hands supported his back, leaving the two of them with not enough space. The heat came over him, as if he was being roasted on fire.

"I ordered the wrong one..." This explanation was very pale. Jizhun knew that he was extremely embarrassed at the moment, but there was nowhere to escape.

Duan Wu slid his index finger to the left on the screen, switching to a more revealing scene than before.

“Is this also wrong?”

"Um..."

A light laugh sounded in his ears, and Duan Wu scratched two more pages, his expression serious and cold, as if he was reading a scientific experiment report seriously.

"This, I don't understand, what does it mean?" Duan Wu pointed to a picture, which showed a pair of noble black leather shoes turned upside down on the bed, with a pair of bare feet behind them.

There is nothing else.

As the creator, I knew his creative concept at a glance, but he hesitated for a long time without giving an answer.

Duan Wu didn't scratch this time. His expression was full of curiosity. He got up from the sofa and squatted in front of Ji Zhun, looking like he was determined to get an answer.

“Why did you draw two pairs of shoes? Is there any special meaning?”

Ji Zhun raised his head and saw a pure curiosity in the other person's dark eyes, as if he really didn't understand the meaning of the painting.

"There is no special meaning, I just drew two pairs of shoes..." Ji Zhun wanted to fool him, but Duan Wu smiled even more happily.

"Admit that you drew it."

Jizhun could look at the pictures and analyze the poses and details on the screen, and he could also create more blushing and heart-pounding pictures. However, facing his elegant and indifferent lover, these things he came up with easily became secrets that were difficult to tell.

"A hobby, a hobby," Ji Zhun laughed and added quickly, "Those weren't what I just said!"

He said it straightforwardly, and Duan Wu immediately gave him a trusting look, tapping his forehead with his fingertips in confusion. "I seem to lack imagination. No matter how I look at this picture, there is no picture."

It’s better not to have it.

Jizhun silently complained in his heart, and then he heard Duan Wu sincerely invite him

"Can you put on your shoes and restore it?"

"Of course not!"

Duan Wu lowered his head upon hearing this, with the hair on the sides of his ears falling on his cheeks, and he looked a little lost.

Ji Zhun's heart was pounding. It was the first time he saw Duan Wu so soft. He wanted to hold him in his arms and satisfy all his needs, but reason warned him that some scenes could not be restored casually.

"I mean, this picture doesn't make any sense and there's no way to restore it."

Duan Wu stood up upon hearing this, walked to the shoe cabinet as if he knew the place well, found a pair of men's leather shoes similar to the ones in the picture, and held Jizhun's feet to help him put them on.

No matter how those two thin legs resisted, it was useless.

There is not a single flaw on the white and slender legs, and the black men's leather shoes add endless mature charm to the originally tender body.

Jizhun's ankle was grabbed by someone. He buried his head in the sofa, huddled and trembling. A hot breath rushed from behind him, and the tone was like teasing him.

"You look better in clothes than in paintings."